Young bat - SOUTH
текст песни

I was my share bitch would give birth to a dollar
Fucking Toller with a Thor hammer
The head of the sound from the monitor
All Zdarov, everyone, fucking hol
(Hol)

Fucking cold, the temper of Rus' will quench hunger
Loosry the moment from life from the lowlands
Here are the basins, TT, AKM and there is no ultrasound
Do not drive up in the area do not rush up

Two zero twenty -two do not need a limousine
Kereya checked, soaring did not deliver strength
Not Tussin drank Jin,
Black jeep your lava stinks of Shiprom Jew

Crysteps to live
The creatures fell in Navara Ter
There is no poison in this broth
Glok to wave you are not authority

The mouse shines the accompaniment
Sounds sweet like bitch blowjob
No spirit lives in the night
Spirit
I was saturated with pain like fluff
Fluff

The South Slavic dialect is thundered on the track
As if the poplar fucking with an armful field
Southern ports do not steal your goods
Local bulls cannot be deceived by Toro
Toro

All hands master mighty city
Combo is successful to go uphill
Save me not for yourself, but Gloka
Say thanks to yourself not to God


Enough of the scare to mark the squabble
Squabble (echo back)
Close one who is always on the side
Sideways (echo back)
Enough to hang on yourself Oji Loko
Loko (echo Beck)
There is only a quiet roar from you
Prokka